Dear Diary, let's talk

Dear diary

Take it as a confession

Without any particular revelation

Take it as may be a write up

Cos I find it difficult to sleep unless I wind up.

Dear diary

Take it as a story,

A story from a very recent memory

Take it as an experience

Which will remind me of my mistakes and act as reminiscence.

It's raining and 2 of night

Can't sleep as my thoughts take flight

So take it as a lesson

Which should be known forever without any question.

So let's begin it...

It all started so good

But some project came and stood

It was fine till sometime

Then I made an unknown crime.

For the readers story won't matter

The moral will still shout and chatter

So lemme put it this way

It was initially rigid then I made it into clay.

Remoulded the entire structure

With some thoughts and may be some fractures

I wasn't fully confident

And made a small amendment

The lesson:

There are always some important people

Not outspoken at times, but whistle

You know they matter the most

But there is a disappearing ghost.

So never ever forget them

Even if there are thousands all around

There are few in life for you genuinely care

Who'll always be there to heal your wound. (Ye thoda jyada hogaya)

So even if they don't tell anything

Just forgetting them is not done

You may have made a decision

From which you can't now run.

So even if you later realise

Your decision was foolish and not wise

You can't undo now your actions

You'll have a thought from a team like a faction.

Now whenever you make any choice-

In life's gallery, compassion paint,

Nurturing bonds that never faint.

A mindful touch, a gentle grace,

Keep loved ones in their rightful place.

When you make a choice,

Think of those you love.

Their feelings, their hearts,

Their souls above.

For even the smallest act,

Can have the biggest impact.

So choose with care,

And never with regret.

For the people you love,

Are the ones you should protect.

So make your choices wisely,

And never hurt them, even in jest.

I think I'll sleep and enjoy the weather

Let my fingers rest, no pen with feather

So good night my dear diary

Take it as story of random optimization and unknown priori :)

Good night

Time: 2:40 AM